Top Songs By Quail Glock
Credits
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Quail Glock
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Lyrics
Keep that shit low-key, Tay
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, man
Hey, talk to him, boy
Yeah, fresh out the pen, beat the Oz while pushing these foreign cars, while fucking these foreign broads
Rockin' ice TO, I'm a star, what would I need
If I ever said it, then I lived it. The realest
Don't you **** ever fucking forget
Staring at life, do Gucci frames. The lord knows I'm the realest
Don't you **** ever fucking forgotten
Staring at life, do Gucci frames, Lord knows I'm the realest
Lord knows I'm the realest
Staring at life, do Gucci frames, Lord knows I'm the realest
Don't you **** ever fucking forget
Staring at life, do Gucci frames
Lord knows I'm the realest
Lord knows I'm the realest
**** asking where I'm at, I'm at your bitch house
She's swallowing my nut, your kid watching Mickey Mouse
Bitch went glizzy, make him walk it out
I'm catching paper cuts, countin' hundreds, fifty-nine
Put some money on your head, get you knocked down
This is chestnut checkers, a few steps ahead of you
Flippin' soft, selling packs, I could go federal
****, I pop real perks, you pop fentanyl
If you really gangsta, put your hands up, then blow her down real stepper
You was balling, now your light's out
And it's Tessa Mariposa, fuck boy, touch your crown
Throwing money at the club, you dirty **** on the block
Heard you **** pedophiles, pimpin' kids, you **** wild
Crap doing ****, telling that's how them nerds rock
Tonight drop top, being quail keep when I'm top
In the deep east, and I'm blowing pressure on that flock
Flock
Ooh, ooh, yeah
I'm blowing flock
I'm blowing flock
Keep that shit low key, too
Written by: Quail Glock
